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Twenty-Five
Amethyst
“It’s been a hell of a week,”I said to Davit.
I looked down at my hand, staring at the ring that I still hadn’t gotten used to. Of course, I was about to have to get used to a lot more.
The percussive thump of the baby’s heartbeat over the monitor assured me of that.
“That it has, Mrs. Petrosyan,” he responded.
I smiled despite myself, still thrilling at being called that.
The day after he had given me the ring, he had taken me to downtown Zürich and we’d signed some papers and made it official.
“You sure you don’t want a wedding?” he asked.
“No,” I responded. “I have everything I need.”
And that was true.
We’d signed the papers, taken a walk in a park, and then had dinner with Elias. It was only three days after the wedding, and now it seemed our child was ready to make his grand entrance.
It was perfect—perfect in a way that I wouldn’t even have been able to contemplate before I met him.
“Davit,” I said as I shifted in the hospital bed.
“Yes? Are you in pain?” He blinked, trying to appear calm, but I could see he was only holding it together for my benefit.
“Not yet,” I said.
The labor had started slowly, so slowly that I hadn’t even noticed it. But at my last appointment with Dr. Mueller, he had measured my contractions and decided it was best I stay in the hospital. I suspected Davit glaring at him had a little something to do with that, but I was grateful for it.
And at any moment, hopefully soon, I was going to become a mother.
“I want to tell you something,” I said.
“You sound so serious. You’re scaring me,” he said.
“I don’t mean to. It’s just…”
I trailed off, then looked away. I’d been trying to find the right time to say these words, and decided it was now.
“I love you.”
He just smiled, then squeezed my hand, and I felt complete.
Ready to take the next step in this most unlikely adventure.
“A girl!” Davit screamed into the phone eight hours later.
I was exhausted, but couldn’t think of a time when I had been happier.
When I looked down at the wiggling bundle that lay on my chest, my heart squeezed so tight I thought it would explode.
“Yeah. Three and a half kilos,” he said into the phone.
“I’m going to have to learn the metric system,” I whispered to the baby. “Maybe we can learn it together.”
